Chapter Thirty-Five

Everything within sight—rice, flour, cooking oil, vegetables, fruits, salt, and seasonings—was bundled up in one go.

Mitsuo Itabashi dodged Ayane’s attack, and just as he was about to counter, Daigo rushed in, aiming his gun at him.

He inserted the key, and a locking mechanism clicked within the adjacent wall. He pushed against the surface, and the wall split into two door panels.

Hearing this, Li Shengsheng’s gaze flickered slightly. She looked at Huo Chenyan, a complex emotion she couldn't quite name surging within her.

Du Aitong smiled at Changsun Chong and said, "Why should the Department of Mathematics not be considered a noble pursuit? One must realize that mathematics touches every facet of life."

Lu Heng aimed one hand at a large boulder; with a casual pull, the power of the North Mystic Internal Energy drew the stone to his side.

"Pfft—so what if Third Brother Huo and Youli are just friends? Does that mean she’s entitled to be Third Brother Huo’s wife?"

Moreover, even if the project were successfully completed, it would offer no benefit to Bian Changjiang's career and would only invite accusations of nepotism.

But there was no choice; the world is cruel. Without strength, one can only suffer passive beatings without dignity.

The Qingliu Dungeon was surprisingly located deep within the world-renowned Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Frontier, beneath the Huangjiao Tree Waterfall, where the water cascades from three thousand feet above.

With their combat capabilities, they could easily serve as an ace division in a field army. Such troops belong on the front lines, fighting the Japanese in real, life-or-death combat. Yet, to have them relegated to the second line to guard Changsha—was this not absolute absurdity?

Once the elder spoke, the young man’s expression turned grim and embarrassed, while the middle-aged man looked quite smug.

Drops of black blood rolled down Zhao Ke’s fingertips; four of his five nails, which were as sharp as knives, had snapped off.

The director of the Tourism Bureau, having just taken a sip of tea, spat it out with a "pfft" upon hearing this figure. Clearly, he was shocked by the number.

Especially since this was high-intensity crystalline gold, which is much heavier than water gold or flat gold. Once forged by craftsmen, it becomes incredibly difficult to partition.

***

Bill Gates sighed with emotion, though he could only feel envious, as he did not possess such wealth.

Industry insiders would tell you that no country in the world is currently capable of achieving this.

Zhao Ke rested his chin on his other hand, his eyes shimmering with a wicked, cold light as he brazenly scrutinized the skin on Zhu Lan’s body, which remained uncovered on the bed.

Before the leader could finish his sentence, a bullet flew in, piercing his head. A line of blood sprayed instantly, and his head slumped to the side.

This wasn't just because the film was excellent; more importantly, wasn't *Wolf Warrior* a reference to the Wolf Fang unit he had left behind?

But Lin Yu did not give it a chance. Although screams echoed from behind, they did not stop running.

"My lady is right to rebuke me; I was rash." As soon as Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, Jiang Huanzhang bowed deeply, his voice and attitude both sincere.

"I know your household has strict rules and places the utmost importance on etiquette and decorum. I’ve learned quite a bit lately. Since I’ve arrived at your residence, wouldn’t it be terribly rude not to pay my respects to your mistress first?" Mrs. Zhang walked past Jiang Huanzhang, her tone slow and soft, yet every word was laced with thorns.

As Ximeng Yubi successfully entered the Dragon Ruins, Lin Xiaoting, Qi Mengni, Yan Shuyao, and the others followed, stepping through the light gate.

Minami Kotori instantly lost the urge to cry; she happily sang a song, then sat back down to continue playing her game.

"Fine, I understand... If anyone comes, tell them to go find me in the main house." Having said this, he turned and left the courtyard, heading toward the main house.

"It’s hard to say. 'Thunder-Swallowing' is the Fourth Brother’s signature soul-weapon, and his spiritual perception is superior to ours. If it were merely a seal, it would be easy to handle."

The Insect Warrior narrowed its slit pupils, staring blankly for a moment, seemingly unable to understand what Chixiao was doing. Looking at the Spirit Warrior’s haughty expression, they exchanged glances, then rattled their crystal chains and locked Chixiao up.

If we had been brave enough to be together back then, would the ending have been different? Would you, too, have a thousand words buried in the silence of your dreams?

Once he said this, everyone immediately understood that there would likely be no more fighting between the two.

***

Galo was helpless, but since the order had been given, this clash was inevitable. He could only wait anxiously.

Du Xuexiang’s heart sank lower and lower. Her face, which had been smiling all evening, had stiffened to the point where she couldn't manage a second expression. She slowly lost her patience—what was wrong with this old woman? With that disdainful look, did she really think she was the matriarch of the Duke’s mansion?

Therefore, even though they held a grudge against Zhang Yi, they couldn't help but cheer for him and rejoice, because this time, the honor belonged to the entire Chunhuo Sect.

A conspiracy was unfolding before him, yet he had walked into it unknowingly. He suddenly felt that things were taking a turn for the worse.

He drew his sword and held it level before him, letting the increasingly heavy rain drum against the three-finger-wide blade, washing away the residual bloodstains. Oka’s gaze extended along the spine of the sword, looking toward the seven or eight massive figures wielding battle-axes who were closing in, forming a semicircle within the curtain of rain.

The hazy darkness provided the perfect cover for a single cold star. By the time the sentry felt the sharp pain in his throat, his life force had already drained away. He could only grasp his neck in vain, twitching in agony until his body slumped and he collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a final sound.

At Han Gang’s shout, the rows of spearmen thrust their fifty spears simultaneously.

"My lord! It's that 'spicy diced chicken' the Madam sent over. We’d like to taste it too." Yin Di, the guard standing by, was clearly being used as a pawn by this group, and he asked with a blushing face.

"Jay Chou?" Seeing the name on his phone screen—a name he hadn't seen in over a year—Yu Xian exclaimed.

With that, the two knights who had met while changing shifts slung their arms around each other's shoulders and ran toward the training grounds.

"I believe that once this matter is exposed, it will be enough to cause serious trouble for your Kaihua Group." Wu Huateng immediately and secretly transmitted the evidence of the Kaihua Group’s collusion with local officials to embezzle state assets to the local Commission for Discipline Inspection and the higher authorities.